Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Her small hands explored bit by bit, igniting his desire like fire from the sexy pectoral muscles down to the well-defined abs.

Three years. She clearly knew he had longed for her for three years, yet she teased him like this.

He wished he could devour her whole, bones and all, but that’s not allowed, it seems.

When he held the steering wheel with one hand and touched her delicate waist with the other, she pushed him away.

”If you’re not going to cooperate, we can stop playing...” Charlotte said, twisting her waist slightly, rubbing against his iron-hard manhood.

Atlas Hallow’s forehead started sweating, his breath coming out in low gasps; he was going insane.

”This is too dangerous; let’s stop the car and I’ll let you do whatever you want, okay...” Atlas inhaled her scent, his voice slightly trembling.

Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall over her shoulders, slightly concealing her bare body.

Her slender, tender arms like newly sprouted lotus roots, the curve of her full bosom, her slim waist, and flat stomach—her skin caught the subtle light, giving off an almost luminous glow, sitting on top of him with her black hair accentuating her alluring figure, every inch exuding an enticing allure.

”Do you want me?” Charlotte whispered by Atlas Hallow’s shoulder, her breath warm like orchid, rubbing against him, moving slowly with an itch that couldn’t be scratched even through the clothes.

Atlas Hallow panted heavily, saying helplessly, ”Can’t you feel if I want you or not?”

Charlotte was completely overtaken by the wine’s influence, not even sure what she was doing, just following her heart, doing whatever she felt like doing.

Her small hand reached his lower abdomen, unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants. As she lightly touched him, Atlas Hallow’s strong body trembled, barely able to hold back.

”Hmm... so hard...” Charlotte bit her lip, speaking almost like to herself, not realizing even such words were igniting him.

Slowly, she bent down, sliding her delicate skin over his muscles, slowly crawling up his body, her sensitive buds exposed to the air opening from the friction, then she lightly bit Atlas Hallow’s throat, her small, moist tongue trailing upward step by step.

With her long, glowing white legs spread, this car, being so expensive, naturally had its advantages—spacious enough. Charlotte half-closed her eyes, lightly grinding against him with her soft, fragrant warmth.

Her body, untouched for so long, was hyper-sensitive; just rubbing against him through his trousers released her aroused liquids, seeping through her thin panties, staining his black boxers, as she gasped softly, mixed with the intoxicating smell of wine: ”Are you comfortable?”

Atlas Hallow swallowed dryly; he was extremely comfortable, though so comfortable it was indescribable, and if this continued, he’d go crazy, truly crazy...

He clearly felt the transformation in Charlotte’s body, and he himself was on the verge of bursting!

His handsome face flushed red, unable to hold back a groan, his blood-red eyes staring at the road ahead, though in the windshield, her form was reflected. He wanted to go along with her, but he just couldn’t hold back.

The aftereffects of the red wine were strong; intoxicated, she seemed to find a comfortable position, wrapping her arms around his neck, grinding against him with the rhythm he used when he wanted her, her soft body twisting on his hot, tense form, hot breath moaning in his ear, ”...Eh...”

Like a small cat, wild and restlessly pulling at her small panties, she bit Atlas Hallow’s shoulder in frustration when they wouldn’t come off. He freed a hand to pull at her small panties and tore them mercilessly, then lifted her hips to tear open the already soaked panties.

”You... drive...” Charlotte commanded unhappily, her small hand tugging down Atlas Hallow’s black boxers.

The fierce desire was like a beast unleashed from its cage; Charlotte trembled as she gently held it, lowering herself slowly.

Tonight, she wanted it as much as he did. A woman had opened the door to desire; her body felt empty, longing for that sense of being filled and stretched apart.

”Hmm, so big...” With her drunken eyes half-closed and her teeth clenched, Charlotte slowly lowered herself, feeling it inch by inch expand inside her.

Entering only a little bit, she already felt stretched to the limit as her slender waist twisted laboriously, indulging in the unbearable pleasure brought by the friction.

”Come down a bit more, I beg you... Charlotte...” How could a woman who has given birth be this tight? Even more so than three years ago. He was being pushed to his breaking point, feeling the pleasure, yet it coursed through his body, eluding his grasp, driving him madly obsessed, losing his dignity, only wanting her to grant him more.

This woman only wanted to take half, swaying gently. Atlas Hallow’s fingers gripping the steering wheel protruded, turning white, nearly warping the wheel.

About to lose it, going insane...

Atlas Hallow’s large beads of sweat began dripping down his forehead, as her sweat started streaking down hers too, clinging to her forehead, shoulders—the air filled with an overpoweringly opulent scent of desire.

Suddenly, the car began to bump, causing Charlotte, already softened by wine, to quickly sit down, engulfing the rampant beast.

”Bastard...” Charlotte trembled uncontrollably from the sudden movement, his hardness and depth making her tremble and redden around her eyes, tightly binding him.

”I... There’s a speed bump on this slope...” He panted heavily, and the car began bouncing up and down.

”You did it on purpose...” Charlotte couldn’t resist the sensations emanating from deep within her, her body like at the top of a wave, unable to control herself as the car rocked, bringing forth the devastating, terrifying pleasure...

Feeling her clamp down, Atlas Hallow couldn’t take it anymore. If they didn’t stop, he truly might die.

The car stopped at the foot of the hill; Atlas Hallow, in a frenzy, pressed on Charlotte’s waist, quickly swapping positions, pressing her half-lying onto the flattened seat, then thrusting deeply inside her.

With this one thrust, he hit the most sensitive little protrusion inside Charlotte, causing her petite body to shudder, then her soft, elastic passage violently contracted: ”Atlas... you cheated...”

”I know...” he replied, pressing her down, beginning to thrash wildly, each thrust deeper than the last, hitting that tiny sensitive protrusion every time.

Charlotte whimpered, feeling a contraction in her lower abdomen, and then a warm torrent overflowed from her body, dripping from where they were joined onto the car seat.

”I don’t want anymore... that’s enough...” A woman’s screams and cries resonated in the car, mingling with a man’s beast-like panting, amidst a silence enveloped by the night, except for that supremely luxury car, its heavy body shaking under the moonlight...